I See the Tod Bringing Elderflowers Home

Morning gathers into its rafters the great unmeasured light

There is the wide field,

unlicked by wind and warmth

There is the sea cornering its center,

no bigger than a coin

Years have gone with the fox in the fall, with his gospel of chase

There is a shush of

wingless things

There is a blossom of

light on the ceiling

The night is a spiral

of three stars

He has married, he has married, he has married